Where do I begin... Rachel nails it every...single...time. Rachel writes mafia like no other. If you recently discovered this series, you can jump in with DEBASE and not feel lost at all. Debase is book 1 in a new series, however it is also linked to the Eagle Elite Series.

We all have been dying to know more about Andrei Petrov, or at least I know I have. We were introduced to him in the Eagle Elite Series. Andrei and Phoenix seem to have a lot more in common that we thought, both having monsters for fathers.

Andrei battles the guilt of his childhood everyday. He was forced to take lives at a very early age. He was forced to watch things a young child should never see. Growing up with the father he had, was living in hell everyday.

Andrei is closed off, never opening up to anyone, always keeping them at all lengths. Living this way is easier for him. Having people close to him causes too much pain. Andrei has one goal, stop the human trafficking his father began. So when six thirty two arrives, his world seems to shift on its axis. Can one woman change Andrei make him want more form life? Can one woman make him feel? Can she make him enjoy her gently touch? Or will Andrei keep her at arms length like he does everyone else?

What will happen when Andrei falls for the one person who he can't have? The DeLangs are traitors and must die. Will Andrei sacrifice everything for the girl he shouldn't love.

Debase will take you on a roller coaster ride of emotions with its highs and lows. You will root for Andrei and shake your heads at the families. We get to see Tex, Chase, Phoenix, Dante, Sergio and Nixon, so you will get your fix of our favorite mafia men.

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I slid my tongue into her mouth. I tasted, I took, I was greedy with each kiss. With blood on my hands, I held her. With death in my soul, I drank from her. With the devil in my heart, I coveted her. I wanted closer. More. My gloves felt too hot for my hands. My hands too big to contain the weeping leather as I pulled away from Alice and stared into her big blue eyes. “You don’t want this,” I whispered. She bit down on her swollen lip and reached for me, I stood still as her warm hands touched both of my cheeks. “Lie.” I let out a hiss of air at her touch. “Walk. Away.” “Kiss me again.” “I can’t do that.” I needed to stop doing that. “Can’t or won’t?” I told myself one more kiss, one more touch. I told myself it would be okay, that I was still in control. That I was above this. That no woman had ever owned me. No woman had ever taken everything. My chest heaved as I stared at her mouth, unable to move, completely rooted to the floor. Alice moved her hands to my jeans and slowly unbuttoned them. I didn’t stop her, I needed to fucking stop her, but it was like I’d drank this paralyzing poison from her lips and couldn’t function, could only watch her as my soul floated above my body, mocking my inaction, telling me that this would be the end of me. The very end. Letting her in. Keeping her there. I would give her everything. And then I would lose control. Lose my mind. Lose my heart. I would lose. So would she. “Alice…” My voice cracked. “I wish…” Her hands stilled on my jeans like she was ready to pull them down. “I can’t. I wish I could. I can’t.” How could she possibly understand? How could I explain the gut-wrenching fear of looking in the mirror and knowing that one choice kept me sane. One choice. And that was sex. He’d made that choice. I wouldn’t. I couldn’t. I couldn’t trust myself, couldn’t trust it wouldn’t happen to me too, and hurt someone like her. Someone so very… perfect. Without blinking, Alice gripped my jeans, indecision etched on every pretty part of her face. She was beautiful. So damn beautiful. I gripped her wrists with my hands and pulled them away from the very real temptation of getting completely naked and sinking into her, feeling her clench around me, her tight heat. Shit. I pulled her into my arms, and she rested her head on my shoulder. Just because I couldn’t let her touch me, couldn’t cross that line, didn’t mean I couldn’t make her happy, I would kill to watch her face in the throes of multiple orgasms. I quickly gripped her by the hips and put her up on the cold granite countertop. “Andrei what are you doing?” She looked down at me uncertainty in her blue eyes. I moved my hands to her ass and pulled down the black leggings she’d been wearing, all the way down to her ankles, right along with a pair of lacy underwear that were bright pink, and perfect. “Andrei?” “Yes?” “Seriously, what are you doing?” I gripped her knees with my hands and then spread them wide. “What’s it look like I’m doing?” I smirked. “I’m feasting.” Her eyes widened. Never underestimate a virgin with an extremely vivid imagination and heightened sexual appetite. I wasn’t a fucking monk. I would like to think I knew more than most men, because I’d seen it all, watched it, inadvertently studied it. If someone gave me a diagram of a woman, I could point out over twenty-two ways to get her off — with my tongue, a feather, my fingers, take your pick. “You don’t have to—” She let out a gasp, gripping the edge of the granite, turning her hands white. I chuckled darkly against her right thigh and bit. “I’m sorry, what was that? I don’t have to?” “I’ve never, nobody has ever… done. This.” “Tell me,” I asked gently before I dipped my tongue inside her and flicked. Her entire body jerked. “Tell me he never touched you like this, tell me nobody has ever touched you like this.” “Never,” she rasped. “You.” That word was like a gunshot going off in my soul. “Only you, Andrei.” “Me.” I flicked my tongue again, and gripped her by the ass, pulling her almost completely off the counter while I sat beneath her and sucked her off in the most primitive aggressive way I knew how. With every ounce of energy I had in my physical body. With my soul. I used every weapon in my arsenal.

About Rachel:

Rachel Van Dyken is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of regency and contemporary romances. When she's not writing you can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while watching The Bachelor.

She keeps her home in Idaho with her Husband, adorable son, and two snoring boxers! She loves to hear from readers!

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